Recipe: Cowboy Quiche

Cowboy Quiche   

Ingredients:

Ready made pie shell

Thick cut bacon

  6 large eggs

2 cups heavy cream or milk

1/2 cup shredded monterrey jack cheese 

1 1/2 cup shredded sharp cheddar cheese

1 small can diced green chilies

salt,pepper,ground nutmeg, dill ,and onion powder

Preheat the oven to  375 f

Cook bacon , drain, chop, set aside.

Wisk together 5 eggs, cream or milk, salt, pepper, nutmeg,dill and onion powder to taste.

In the pie shell add cheeses, bacon , chilies. Pour egg mixture over it.

Take the last egg and wisk, brush over pie crust.

Bake for 30-40 minuets, the top should be golden brown.

Wait 10 minutes before slicing.

Enjoy!

A New Direction for the Blog

Hey Y'all! I am trying to get back in the swing of things here on my blog. I am thinking of using Pinterest to up my viewership, but in order to lure unsuspecting readers in to my web of craziness I need to write less about "My kids are whiny , ill-behaved brats and my husband thinks I'm crazy.. and I really am crazy , thanks to OCD and I work so hard...whaaaa!" and more like " This is a recipe for a fantorgasmic roast chicken I made." and " Look at my ahhmazing crafts I made."  I will still post about things lie " The day I was arrested because I am an unorganized hack." but I am also going to have things like " How I reformed my unorganized so there is no repeat offences." I am going to write about recipes I make up (because I am a rebel and refuse to actually use a recipe for anything but baking, I come up with my own) , crafts I have done from pinterest and links to tutorials from REAL crafty people, my adventures in homekeeping and decorating my home, as well as the many misadventures of our clan. I hope y'all enjoy it more than you do now.

Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease,
           
                              Krista

A Blessing in Disguise

Shit has been gettin' CRAY-ZAY here. My husband took on a new client a few months ago, we thought the volume was going to be heavy, so I started looking for a party time nanny. I even found a good match for our family, but then things didn't change enough to justify it. One day our landlord called and offered the house for us to buy, we jumped at the chance for a few reasons:

1. We want to be homeowners (Husband wants to be a homeowner for the sake of building wealth and some other reasons.. but when he goes on I hear the teacher from Charlie Brown. I am scared shitless... when the toilet floods again... or a sinkhole swallows up our car... we are in charge!)
2. We love our neighbors. ( I love a few.. but most are old as hell and or weird. Think Kevin Spacey from American Beauty. Husband hardly leaves the house so how would he know about our neighbors he "Doesn't want to loose.")
3. We love our neighborhood. (For the most part this is true, the homes are nice, there is green grass and , children playing in the street.. because their parents don't watch Investigation Discovery or any Nightline, 20/20, obviously. The amenities are nice, but most are super religious, right-wing hacks who you can hardly talk about the weather with because the news is even biased about that!)
4. The kids are settled in school. 
5. We are settled (which.. is killing me S-L-O-W-L-Y inside.)
6. We like our house.( READ: not LUURRVVVEE it, which in essence means we are busy business owner/operators with four small children, 3 fully packed stories and a 2 car garage full of shit I don't want to sort/donate/clean/pack in a matter of weeks.)

First we were all like " ACK!!!! We need to come up with MON-AY STAT!"  So were were saving and being thrifty like everyone does in this situation. One day 2 weeks ago there was a hail storm in the south and western parts of our state.  Then the work started pouring in... and it has been steady. Which means Husband is working 20 hour days and the kids and house have fallen (almost... because he is a good husband) completely on me. I have been tense but surviving, until last night. Princess was at the side of my bed at 330am after I had only been asleep for 2 hours, crying to sleep with me (second night in a row) and then she hacked for another hour until I couldn't take it anymore and called David to move her back. Once he moved her she started crying again, he got pissy and then I got pissy  and he stomped  down the stairs , thus waking up baby. Who by the way is my most trying child I have ever raised. I couldn't take it anymore , so I turned my fan up, put a pillow over my head and cried it out. This alone doesn't sound so bad but couple this with my hectic weekend alone with 3 hours of sleep and it is a recipe for a cranky mommy who tells her husband "Don't be surprised when I walk out on all of this shit." at 330am.

Alas, all of this work my husband is doing has covered out monthly expenses and given us the money we need to pay for this fucking house. I guess you have to take the good with the bad, like last night.. horrible night with the kids... good sex dreams including John Hamm.

 

Baby Clothes

It is 12:17 east coast time and I am up sorting baby clothes. What am I doing that for? Earlier this week a friend dropped off some freaking sweet vintage Fisher Price Little People houses and told me she was doing a consignment sale. I was all like"Damn that's a lot of work." then she was all like " It's not so bad when you get the check for it." Hmmm... this makes my light bulb go ping! I always need money. Since we are saving up for the down payment for our house my husband is going all Mr. Scrooge all over our asses. And I want a fancy nice umbrella stroller, I had to go to Hoboken, NJ with a crappy one, it was embarrassing.  Why so late? Because I fucked around all day...all week really. I spent the day with friends because my living room is covered in at least 200 pieces of baby clothes from all 4 of my children (sadly this is only a portion of what I am up against) I put it off. Why did you put it off? UMM hello??? It looks like the house threw up all of the baby clothes from the past NINE FUCKING YEARS! I thought the hardest part was going to be sorting , inputting and tagging all these pieces. Boy was I wrong! I now know how hoarders start.

This is me in 10 years after I have driven my family and friends away with my useless shit.

I got into the groove, I'm Facebooking, I'm Pinteresting and knocking this shit out. Then I come across a shirt Baby wore to our wedding. Insert sad emoticon here, I can't get rid of this! Put it in the keep pile. ( like he will EVER wear this again and neither will my grandchildren)  Turn on Pandora ... okay.. I got this..( my head is bobbing and I am singing like the late Whitney Houston) Each piece of clothing is getting increasingly harder to take my hands off of. Then this song comes on:

                                        

And I am holding a polo picky wore on his second birthday, and I fucking loose it. You have to have heard this song or listen to it now to understand why. I am in the middle of my living room surrounded by a thousand memories, crying my fucking eyes out into this shirt. And all I can do is think about how I held these kids in my arms and hugged and kissed them and (warning I am bawling so this part is going to get a bit rambly and incoherent ) I see myself at 19 having a party for him, and holding my baby girl in my arms. Doodle in this outfit as a baby, and Baby and Princess in that sleeper and I remember how much love I had for them , and I can literally feel their weight in my empty arms. I think of where we have been and how we struggled to get this far and how we are all better people for it. 

I consider myself an agnostic, once a devote Catholic. I lost faith in my God years ago, how could he let me get hit and sexually abused? But if there is something beyond this, and he is a benevolent creator , he will let me have an eternity reliving all of the good moments that have made this life worth living.  This will mean I am not saying good-bye to these clothes and everything the represent, just an hasta luego , so long for now. 

This motherhood thing is total bullshit. Really. You spend so much time care taking and wishing they would grow the fuck up and make their god damned beds ( I am looking at you Picky and Princess) by the time you actually get there , you wish they would go back to being those tiny defenseless creatures that looked to you as if you are the moon and stars. Picky will be 9 soon, I am half way done. And I am not ready for this next stage. I am not ready to say good bye to him (ask me tomorrow after his next tantrum the answer might be different) I can say good bye to these clothes that are just taking up space in my home.  

Simple Song Shins
Live lightning crashes

All State of Mind

 Picture This:

My Car:

Me:

Driving...

Blasting this:

Now imagine Me... Doing that ^^^ ... While driving... 

Now Me... Telling David...

" Boy am I glad our insurance guy can't see me driving this car... he would't let the policy be renewed."

White Couch

I want to start this by telling you that we are in the process of buying our house so I am nesting. That, and I have become addicted to Pinterest and have been inspired and on a mission to re-decorate my WHOLE house. This summer we moved the playroom to the basement, leaving a free room off of the kitchen. It has a fireplace and we have made it the "mommy/daddy playroom" ( get your mind out of the gutter , it is a room for us... to enjoy with friends... ok that sounds worse but you get the idea).

So we just had to have a couch in it... what else would we sit on? So we bought this:

(How pretty is this?)

Everyone thought we were crazy, 4 kids+1 white sofa= Disaster*10.

We thought they were jealous, just because their kids were peanut butter and jelly encrusted slobs , didn't mean ours are. No way was this a bad idea, and if something DID happen ( not likely) we could take of the cover and bleach it. 

Then this happened:

This is what happens when you try to poop in peace.

Yes... that is a hand print.

I didn't take a picture of the couch, I should have to illustrate the dark yellow spots that were bigger than a quarter on two of the cushions.  I thought ^ that was HIGHlarious, but  then David found the couch and it took me all my efforts to not go all Homer Simpson on Doodles ass.

All I could do was breathe... DEEP, HEAVY breathing. I had to come up with a plan of action. David started to clean off Baby while I went to the bathroom to clean off Doodle. It took 10 minuets to get his hand to where they wouldn't rub off on anything. When I went back into the kitchen David was shaking his head... then he turned Baby around... HOLY HELL! He was BLUE!!!!!!! His forehead and arm were BLUE. When he put water on the marker, it smeared everywhere. I couldn't help myself, I laughed to hard I peed a little. 

I had Doodle sit at the table for 3 hours:

Then I stripped off the couch covers, put them in the washer with a little bleach and crossed my fingers. When the washer was done I pulled them out..."DAVID COME LOOK!!!! Its all gone... they are perfect!" 

I knew I got a white couch for a reason, I am the smartest mom ALIVE! So I dried them , and when they were dried I put them on the couch. "DAVVVIIIIIDDD! Come look at this... does it look like they are a different color from the ones on the back?"

" Oh yeah.. wow, the couch was cream, now those cases are white.. like really white."

Shit, " I am so smart, S-M-R-T, I mean S-M-A-R-T."

Ugh, thankfully there was a recall on my slipcover ( when we put it together all the zipper pulls broke) and we can get it replaced. But I don't regret this gorgeous couch. 

Happy New Years!

  Hello friends,
 

    Have you missed me? I have missed this! It is hard to believe it is already 2012. 2011 was full of ups and downs, but thankfully for our family we survived.

In 2011 we celebrated our love by getting married and having a quiet ceremony in our back yard (after having half a huge wedding planned.. then canceled) the kids grew they are now 8.5,7,4.5 and 15 months. I have made new friends and rekindled old friendships, taught myself how to sew, thrown some good parties and some bad ( there may or may not have been a hospital visit for Doodle during Picky's party). We survived hurricanes, an earthquake, nasty fights and summer break. I was arrested ( I misplaced a subpoena and forgot I had a court date) and my sister lost the boys in the mall the Thursday before Christmas.  We have laughed and we have cried, been proud parents , we have held each other in sadness and in happiness. We have all grown so much over this year and I want to take a moment to say how proud I am of myself, David and the kids. You make my life a happier and more interesting place. I love you with all my heart.

I have hope for 2012 I just know it is going to be great. On top of my resolution to loose weight and continue working on improving myself , I want to update this at least once a week. I have hopes to one day turn this into a book of sorts.


To all of you, I wish you peace, love and Silliness in this The Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Twelve.

Krista